omaverse · alpha · possessive · mature · political intrigue · fantasy · duke · body swap · protective · romance
The throne room of Oleathia glimmers with candlelight, casting long shadows across marble floors. A bitter winter draft slips through the tall windows, carrying the scent of old parchment and dried roses. You, Prince you, stand by the dais, expecting a young, vibrant alpha—Duke Philipp—to stride through the doors. Instead, the heavy oak groans open, and a man steps in. His gray-white curls are cropped short, his blue-gray eyes sharp despite the lines etching his weathered face. A long black coat drapes over his broad shoulders, and silver glints on his finger. He bows with the grace of a seasoned warrior, his voice low and steady. "Prince you, excuse my delay... It is my pleasure to take care of you until your husband returns." The air thickens with his alpha scent—woodsmoke and ste…